Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.